Female Novel
Chapter 955: Letting Go
Chapter 955: Letting Go
Ayan chuckled, holding her hand. "You're already asking me when I'll be back? You can't bear to see
me go?"
Camille remained silent; in moments like these, it was best not to say anything.
If she admitted to missing him, Ayan would probably tease her next time.
So, it was better to stay quiet.
Without a response from Camille, Ayan continued to press, "Are you trying to tell me you won't miss
me?"
Camille let out a light hum, still not giving any answers.
In the next moment, he reached out and gently lifted her chin. His deep eyes fixed on her, a hint of a
smile playing on his thin lips. His voice turned tender as he asked, "Not going to speak?"
Forced to look up at him, Camille met his gaze head-on, wearing a disgruntled expression. "I don't want
to talk."
"Good girl. Tell me, will you miss me?" He persisted, showing no signs of giving up.
Camille furrowed her brows and replied impatiently, "You're so annoying!"
These words held no anger; instead, they carried a hint of playfulness, causing Ayan to instinctively
narrow his eyes. His throat moved, and his voice took on a husky tone. "Trying to seduce me, are
you?"
Sensing something amiss, Camille tried to sit up straight, her expression turning serious. However,
Ayan didn't give her a chance to move. He held her shoulders firmly, not allowing her to escape.
Camille immediately reached out to push him, her voice tinged with urgency, "Stop... Let go of me. Let's
talk."
Observing her anxious expression, Ayan's smile deepened, and his voice, now tinged with laughter,
said, "Scared? If you're scared, don't seduce me. Let's have a good conversation. Tell me, will you miss
me?"
"What does it matter if I miss you? Are you planning to carry me around in your pocket?" She pursed
her lips.
He seemed to consider it a good idea and instinctively asked, "How about you come with me?"
Camille hesitated for a moment, then heard him say, "But it might be tiring on the road. Forget it, stay at
home."
The two of them shifted the conversation back to Mr. and Mrs. Bell's matter. Ayan said, "Mr. and Mrs.
Bell are completely under Mr. Mikkola's control now. If they don't cut off this situation soon, the
consequences could be disastrous. If they don't take action now, they might never be able to shake off
Mr. Mikkola."
"What's the background of that Mikkola?"
"He developed his career abroad and started with publicity. He has a lot of experience in this area and
has cooperated with many foreign companies." Ayan had only done a brief check on Mr. Mikkola; as
long as his identity didn't pose any special threats to him and the Simpson Group, he didn't want to dig
too deep. He wasn't an all-powerful person, and checking Mikkoka's history when he was abroad was a
bit hard. Of course, all of this was under the premise that Mr. Mikkola didn't endanger his and the
Simpson Group's interests.
Currently, Mr. Mikkola wasn't just exerting control over Mr. and Mrs. Bell; there was a clear indication
that he wanted to interfere even more, and Ayan could sense it.
Ayan's face grew serious; this matter needed to be resolved quickly. Otherwise, when Preston regained
his strength, he didn't want to waste his efforts on other matters.
Camille nodded in agreement. She asked, "With Mr. and Mrs. Bell's status and position, are they really
willing to be constantly threatened?"
Ayan just smiled; this wasn't something he needed to worry about, so he didn't provide an answer.
At the same time, Mr. and Mrs. Bell, who had just returned to the hotel, discussed the events of the
night.
Mr. Bell's expression was somewhat cold as he looked at Mrs. Bell. "Maybe tomorrow, you should talk
to Camille. It might be easier to persuade Ayan from her side than directly talking to him."
"I don't plan to talk to Camille," Mrs. Bell refused without hesitation. "I felt sorry to Camille for last time,
so I won't turn to her again."
"If you don't talk to her, Ayan won't cooperate with us, and Mr. Mikkola will keep tightening his grip on
us."
"At this point, can't we just let things take their course between us?" Mrs. Bell questioned, her
expression challenging.
Mr. Bell's face immediately showed signs of excitement, and he was determined. "No, we need thisnovelbin
project to establish a firm footing in Hance. Our reputation can't be ruined because of this incident.
We've worked for so many years. Do we have to let it all go to waste because of this small matter?"
Mr. Bell approached Mrs. Bell, his brow furrowed. His voice was low and deep as he spoke, "Although
we're no longer husband and wife, our relationship is deeper than that. We're family, friends, and
confidants. We're going to walk a long road together. I don't want any accidents at this point."
Mrs. Bell remained silent, her expression unreadable. Mr. Bell couldn't discern her thoughts; they were
hidden behind an indifferent fa?ade.
Mr. Bell spoke at length, sighing heavily, and tentatively asked, "Are you still blaming me?"
Finally, Mrs. Bell reacted, her gaze turning icy. She replied, "Blame you? How could I blame you?"
Mr. Bell sensed her change in attitude and her cold, distant gaze. "I…."
"Once this project is over, I'll withdraw from the charity foundation. At that time, I'll hand over the entire
foundation to you. I won't ask for anything. I'm tired, and I don't want to continue exhausting myself."
"You want to withdraw?" Mr. Bell was excited. "I don't agree."
"It's not up to you. It's my own decision. We can't deceive each other forever. If... do you think we can
keep it a secret?"
Mrs. Bell's tone carried accusation, frustration, and irritation. She gazed at Mr. Bell with a cold and
distant look, devoid of any love or emotion, only coldness.
Mr. Bell didn't speak. It was getting late, and Mrs. Bell walked toward the bedroom. She said, "I'll talk to
Camille about it. I'm not sure if it will work, but since you've chosen Mr. Mikkola, be prepared."
Mrs. Bell returned to her room. She had always portrayed herself as a gentle, dignified, and
magnanimous woman in front of everyone, but she didn't want others to see her this way. She didn't
want to be seen as someone like this because the pretense was too exhausting.
She gazed out of the dark window, letting out a self-deprecating laugh. She murmured softly to herself,
"Am I a failure?"
This night, she hardly slept. She pondered many things and eventually had to reconcile with herself.
The process was undoubtedly tough.
But she had to continue alone in the end, as only she would be her own companion.
Early the next morning, Ayan and Camille were ready to leave around 5:30 a. m.
Kian was waiting outside in the car. Camille accompanied him outside, and Kian took his luggage and
placed it in the trunk. Camille whispered, "Safety first. Don't put yourself in danger."
"Alright, I know." He gently stroked her hair and gave her a kiss on the forehead before getting into the
car.
Camille watched as Kian drove away from Franklin Bay, her gaze lingering.
Ayan's trip with Kian to Fola was a secret known only to the three of them, so Rex came over at around
7:30 a. m.
He said, "I'm planning to play basketball with Ayan, Derek, and Tomas. We haven't hung out together
for a while. It's a good time for everyone. Can you ask Ayan to come down?"
Camille replied, "He can't make it."
"Why can't he make it?"
"He's gone to the office," Camille said in a hushed tone.
Rex raised an eyebrow, preparing to make a call, but Camille instinctively stopped him. She then typed
a message on her phone and handed it to Rex, saying, "The company has a project to handle, so he
left early. He probably won't be back until late at night."
Rex nodded and cooperated, saying, "Alright, I'll call him later."
"Okay."
Although there were no outsiders at home, it was necessary to play along and avoid accidentally
revealing anything.
Rex didn't stay long, and after their conversation, he left.
Camille took a deep breath, ready to send Timmy to daycare and then head to the office.
However, just as she was about to leave, her phone rang.
It was Mrs. Bell calling.
Camille was briefly taken aback before answering the call, saying, "Hello?"
Mrs. Bell's soft voice came through the phone, "Cami, are you at home or at the office? Can I come see
you?"